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The high priest was not surprised at all by the tragic situation of the demon clan, and turned around and gave a brief welcome to the cultivators present.

Even though this demon clan high priest looked very gentle and good-tempered, with years of hard work licking blood on the knife edge, many Terran cultivators were nervous at the first time, and they didn't dare to be presumptuous.

It is very possible to speak as a representative of the head of the big faction, or bow the head, or return the salute.

For a while, humans and demons unexpectedly got along happily.

The high priest smiled faintly, and that smile was the same as the one that was painted on his face when he was born, not awkward, but also not very eagerly and amiable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please don't be too polite. coincides with the thousand-year-old sacrifice of the demon clan, and the opportunity is rare, so you should appreciate it even more. As for the few treasures that you dream of, after the sacrifice, Bai will definitely offer them with both hands. ”

People who have ideas hurriedly laughed and bowed their hands, said a few polite words, and then temporarily pressed down according to the words and watched the rare demon sacrifice.

Compared with some human sacrifices, the thousand-year-old sacrifices of the demon clan are a lot more strange.

First of all, the high priest surnamed Bai slowly walked up to the high platform, waved the dead branch of the material that could not be seen in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and recited a long solemn prayer.

Immediately, Bai Feifei came onto the field, waved his hand, and dozens of demon clans and two demons in a group, carrying the living beasts that had been prepared a long time ago, walked onto the empty altar.

Unlike the strange beasts that were jumping around, next, there were also dozens of demon clans carrying the corpses of the dead human race, strolling over.

The onlookers on the edge of the square repaired, and some frowned and disliked, but no one rushed up to do it without authorization.

Those who die after all are not known by themselves.

The High Priest slowly opened his eyes and nodded at Bai Feifei.

Bai Fei flew in order and shouted: "Release!"

In an instant, the living beasts and dead human bodies were thrown into a large tripod in the center of the altar one by one according to the order.

Outside the big ding, there are four hollow long stone roads.

The high priest lifted the withered branch in his hand, and shook it gently.

Everyone only felt that what they saw in front of them immediately became dreamlike, the scene was distorted and discolored, all kinds of noisy screams and howls rushed into the eardrums, and everything was not so real.

At this time, all the demon clans had already closed their eyes solemnly, pressed lightly on their chests with one hand, and quietly turned their backs with the other, without making the slightest sound.

Lu Zheng himself has practiced the spiritual method of the heart and magic technique, and he holds the illusion herb body, dealing with illusions all the year round, only squinting his eyes for a while, and shaking his head, his ears and eyes are clear.

I saw that on the altar, the ding, which didn't look too big, actually devoured dozens of strange beasts and dozens of people.

The living beasts roared and roared, and some even let out a human-like cry for mercy. It's a pity that a few noble demons on the altar are indifferent.

The high priest waved the dead branch again, and the great tripod changed, and the place that connected the four stone paths suddenly broke an irregular hole.

Slowly, the blood and water stumps of alien beasts and humans intertwined and mixed gradually flowed out of the big hole. Looking at the tragic shape, it was like being severely ground by a stone mill. And the most terrifying thing is that these intertwined beasts and people, one static and one moving, one life and one death, the combination of loud howl and silent, contradictory two, looks even more shocking.

When the bloody limbs flowed to the entrance of the stone path, the solid burning and transpiration disappeared, leaving only the viscous and strange red and purple smoking blood, which went down the long hollow stone path until it "grunted" into the faint runes on the ground.

The runes flickered, and the phantom of the phoenix, which had previously bloomed with visions, became more and more condensed.

At the same time, a ray of light is sprinkled to the west of the heavenly sycamore.

Lu Zheng saw that the sycamore was instantly long, the branches and leaves were more luxuriant, and the whole tree seemed to be alive, with circulating veins, tenacious muscles and bones, and bewitching and laughing facial features.

Lu Zheng confirmed that it was not an illusion.

It's not an illusion, then that means that the heavenly sycamore is indeed alive, and it is rumored that it gave birth to the high priest of the demon clan, and it is not groundless.

At this moment, the branches and leaves of the sycamore stretched, and the "rustle" sounded, and with each sound, there was a shining point of light, fluttering and floating in the air, and finally, the point of light disappeared into the body of the demon clan who reverently closed his eyes. With the submergence of the point of light, these demon clans who had been seriously injured began to recover one by one, and their breath gradually became full of energy.

Nourish the array with blood, raise the sycamore, and the sycamore brings the vitality of the demon clan's new life.

Perhaps, this is the biggest purpose of the Demon Clan's Sacrifice Ceremony.

Lu Zheng even suspected that the high priest invited people to come to watch the ceremony in order to replenish the essence and heal the demon cultivators who were seriously injured for some reason.

Around, like Lu Zheng, there were several cultivators who had escaped the illusion, and they each glanced at each other from a distance, their eyes were full of vigilance, and then they all turned their heads to look at the noble and self-controlled demon clan high priest on the sacrificial platform.

The high priest raised his eyes and swept them, and then closed them slightly, ignoring Lu Zheng at all.

The ritual of sacrificial blood sacrifice lasted for half an hour, and the people who indulged in the illusion cultivated, a small part of them broke away on their own, and most of them did not wake up until the end of the blood donation ceremony, and when they woke up, they shouted, pulled out their swords, and put out a formation, while guarding the demon clan, while checking themselves to see if they were missing any key parts.

The demon clan who had just opened their eyes was also very excited, and they were full of energy, and they immediately drew their weapons.

Humans and demons confront each other and shout at each other.

"Wow! The demon clan is really uneasy, the illusion before was used to kill us and others!"

"Joke! I don't have good spirits, and I still blame the demons? I see that you are cultivating, so you can sincerely sneak into Qiwu Mountain to kill demons!"

"Hugh wants to talk nonsense, look at the sword!"

"Kill!"

Seeing that a melee between humans and demons was about to start, the high priest who looked at the entire main square finally spoke: "Okay." The sacrificial ceremony has not yet been completed, how can the host and the guest fight first?"

The words of the high priest were unhurried and unhurried, but they made anyone who heard it tremble subconsciously and did not dare to make another time.

"Upper festival dance. ”

With a clear drink, the solemn and noble high priest waved the dead branch and walked down from the altar.

At the same time, dust and smoke rose up.

A group of demon men and women dressed in white robes and with different patterns painted on their faces, holding sycamore branches, strolled over. As soon as I rotated, I swayed my waist and limbs, and my branches and leaves danced.

The eerie melody sounded, the bizarre dance steps turned from slow to fast, and a wisp of fragrant fragrance gradually spread.

The demon's expression became fascinated, and the eyes of the people began to drift away. (To be continued.) )